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Hornets Nest
04:34
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Hornets nest
I know I’m not scared of anything
Especially what’s passed.
Now I fly back to the same nest
That started this for game.
These little wings don’t get you far.
Unless momentum you breath
You don’t change do you anyway
But a storm follows a breeze
So you have my number,
just added another list.
Will it make a difference to my life or not
Still won’t be apart of this swarm
Ch.
I’m living in a hornet’s nest, tough living a lie, surly you know.
sheltered from the storm, or is it just morning Due.
Hard to tell when things are so small,
stomped by the sole
of black leather shoes.
floating down
So can you revert this anger.
That has arrived over the years.
This institution founded it.
Can you bring back those tears.
Is it all to late anyway,
Left with a bright can of fuck all
What’s hiding inside it,
Will it sting or feed us all.
So your living in a hornets nest, tough living a lie, but surly you know.
What your getting in into, why don’t you show.
Your side of pain. Maybe it’ll float.
Into your enemy’s
Your living in a hornets nest, tough living a lie but surly you know.
What’s really going on, you might get stung.
By the he who keeps it better to fly
than to be sown by the swarm
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Dark Wooden Frames
04:03
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Dark Wooden Frames
15 days without being alone
8,000 thoughts and all I need is pen
Photos of waterfalls and dark water
Stare to long and I’ll swim away
Not long now before photos become reality
But your in my soul and I won’t forget you love me
Cool hands but such a warm heart
I’ll be missing you.
I stare at waterfalls in dark blue waves
Green on black, rocks and fresh water
songwriters who sing hearts on stage
All of these in dark wooden frames
swim away, we could swim away
And we could swim away you want to.
To many times it’s gone unsaid
To many times I dream but I don’t talk
To many times I dream about the future
To many times I forget you’re the best
To many times the world calls but the worlds in my bed
Too many time I forget the reason in my head
To many times I fear about our future
To many times I feel I’m slipping away
Back to waterfalls and dark blue waves
Green and black and rocks and Fresh water
song writers and there hearts on stage
All of these in dark wooden frames
swim away, we could swim away
And we could swim away if you want to.
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Penguins
03:01
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Talking to you on a firework of a night, with many friend of mine
Same conversation same story same song and moving on
And these penguins on the concrete, boasting them selves up all day
Slip slap over a silly mishap, direction gone the wrong way Yeah eh yeah
Then you stare out at home into the stars at night.
And all these little issues that hold and control your mind.
While competitors networking writing scores upon the wall
Then you realise that’s there is no game at all
Then you let go
You can break free yeah
You can let go, and you can swim better anyway yeah ehe yeah.
So hold up don’t you feed them, As they will take more than they need,
Your life is better than that so watch it grow wherever you seed.
So hold up don’t you trail them, they take more than goes around
Your life is better than that so watch them move and follow you around.
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Let the world come in
04:33
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Now I’ve got a story , begging to me, to let the world come in.
Exclamations have always bothered me, I want to let it out, let the world come in.
But these rules of freedom come at a cost, don’t want to add to the noise of freedom lost. Rules of freedom lost
So I talk to two mountains tall and kind for some advice at least watch the signs, at least in your mind
Hey Hey Hey Let the world come in- I’ve been somewhere where now the world’s come in.
These mountains led me to a closed box, only way out, snake chords to VoX,
The weather added tension, ever going to rain. Ever going to rain.
Taking so long the grindstone wore out of I stop the rose smell just left me with a blunt snout. Grind stone gone
And If clubs and church are high and fat then we’re down here on the wrong side of the tracks.
HEY HEY HEY.
Inside all is quiet energy released from finger tips,
I look at the mountains they say the path is laid put down to art and just get paid
The Rain is heavier than ever before and the rust that replacing the tin is letting the water in. Dance around a saucepan.
Then the vines out the front cracks the window creeping in everything cracking up and joining in. Then the world comes in. I said hey hey hey.
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Hunting Ground
05:33
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I see home, I see home over the water
I see me, I can see me standing there
Now I wait, I wait like the day break
Wait for heart, to rise with sun
Then I get this feeling,
Time to set flight
Time for my heart to be free
along with my mind
When I get home realise I need i
Hold my breathe close my eyes I still breathe it.
My feet and hands they never make a sound
When I’m going back home back to my hunting ground.
My hunting ground goes.
I wait, wait like the water,
Looking for the sea to set me free
It’s the same every year I know this
But I need to move just like the river sings
City light are all starting to fade
Community life is starting to loose it’s taste
And if the rivers keep filling like my mind
But if the rivers my blood then let it drain, let it flow from me.
I know you cant’ control the seasons
The rain fills us every year
first trip memories star running
They catch me and tell me and remind me who I am
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